Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.